Tags : surrealism

 A small world within a big world

A small world within a big world

A Story by writer in trial


“You could have at least told me that you didn’t feel good that night. I thought you liked it. But at the end you left me forever. D..
Black Sludge Society

Black Sludge Society

A Poem by Slug


Under a New York City streetthe sewers overflowa pipe bursts under pressure and explodesBlack Sludge spatters, onto a thousand human bodiesnow we watc..
Rusty shopping carts

Rusty shopping carts

A Poem by R. Wolfgang


Rusty shopping carts. The day I found who I was, I found out I wasn't at all. When the sun comes up from the day you've begun. The motio..
The politics of honesty Pt 1

The politics of honesty Pt 1

A Poem by R. Wolfgang


The Politics Of Honesty Pt 1 I don't understand why I must fight for something only others want for me. I go to bed every day wishing I wo..
Groundswell

Groundswell

A Poem by David Rutter


Ol' Fat Coltrane Sick hypnotist Everybody's doing it Doctor Marvelous Pancreatic faithfulness Be cooler than your friends Verboten lambs Proudl..
Lost.

Lost.

A Poem by CicelyTea


Some times we need to remind ourselves of what really matters most. :)
The Walker

The Walker

A Poem by Adam Crate


The burdens that we carry
A Tyrant Along The Star Routes

A Tyrant Along The Star Routes

A Poem by Doctor Uphoff


This is a long, prose dream and a poem.
god's basement

god's basement

A Poem by Susannah Rae


surrealist poetry inspired by CA Conrad's "The Book of Frank"
Alone in this Grave of Ours

Alone in this Grave of Ours

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse


A chill overcomes me. Alone, I wake alone in this pit of mine. It is my pit, yet somehow I share it with another; is it then mine, if not mine a..
The Bridge to Trust

The Bridge to Trust

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse


Dead End; all of my travels had come to an end in the worst of ways. Perhaps 'travel' is not the right word, but rather 'meander'. If all things..
Colorblinds

Colorblinds

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse


On the barren tundra of the north, there lived a wolf. Amarok was his name, and despite the loneliness that comes with hunting alone, he preferr..
Harvester's Smile

Harvester's Smile

A Chapter by Nusquam Esse


In a village on the brink of starvation, all that matters is the Harvest Moon Tribute.
Big Play

Big Play

A Poem by Pax Analog


Surreal Zen riff on Big Plays.
Noir

Noir

A Poem by songstress


This is a poem that was written a while back. Noir is the repressed desire we face within our daily lives. Though some manage to find happiness within..
Petal of The Forbidden Rose

Petal of The Forbidden Rose

A Book by songstress


In the language of fleurs, you are my withered white rose. Transient and out of reach. Yet, if I had things my way I’d show you hues of red pass..